Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

The core reason why Neville always explodes the crucible is that his hands change the properties of the potion materials and make them active.

This can be considered one of his talents, and in the future he became a professor of Herbology at Hogwarts.

However, from Snape's perspective at the time, Neville was like a walking time bomb in the classroom.

Not only does he have frequent accidents, he is also extremely dull and is not a very likable student.

Teachers are human too and they all have preferences.

Who doesn’t like a cheerful kid with good grades, a smart mouth and a sweet mouth?

"Mr. Longbottom, I observed the way you processed potions..." I picked up the herbs he had processed and put them together with the unprocessed ones.

The herbs he touched sprouted!

"Sharp observation! Ten points to Slytherin!"

Snape walked up behind me without me noticing.

I was startled and turned around quickly.

"Mr. Longbottom, go get a pair of insulated gloves. I don't want to be surprised by you in every class..."

Neville blushed, "I'm sorry, Professor Snape."

I gave him a reassuring smile.

I have not forgotten that it was he who shared the candy with me when I was seasick when we arrived at Hogwarts.

"Vengeance is the key" is not a derogatory term in Slytherin.

Hermione's brain was first-rate, and she quickly finished making the swelling potion.

Her expression was a little embarrassed.

"Miss Malfoy, you helped Neville."

At the end of the class, she stopped me in my tracks.

"I'm a teaching assistant, and this is what I should do." I nodded to her.

In the original book, Hermione is a character I admire very much.

She is smart and wise, and can play a decisive role at every critical moment.

"I just..." She paused: "Sorry..."

"Nothing, you were just anxious for a moment."

Draco was already standing at the door, looking out. I didn’t want to keep him waiting any longer. “Sorry, I’m in a hurry.”

"Can I call you Aurora? I see they all call you that..." She was referring to my Slytherin classmates.

"Sure, Hermione." I also changed the address, "Goodbye."

"What did that… Muggle-born tell you, taking so long…" Draco complained quietly.

"Some misunderstandings have been cleared up." I said concisely.

"Aurora, don't be as cheap as Parkinson," he warned.

"I heard that... Professor McGonagall likes her very much and wants to focus on her training."

"Humph, even the head of Gryffindor can make mistakes sometimes." Draco said indignantly.

"Who knows? I heard that she was the first to discover Professor McGonagall's disguise."

Mag's Animagus is a silver tabby cat. Every year during the first Transfiguration class for freshmen, he will transform into an Animagus.

Every Malfoy is a natural Animagus, but has never been registered with the Ministry of Magic.

It would be extremely dangerous if outsiders knew our Animagus form.

Therefore, I am no stranger to Animagus.

I once saw my mother's Animagus, a rare nine-tailed fox.

Snow-white fur, upturned burgundy eyes, and a mysterious totem painted between the eyebrows.

Nine big fluffy tails flutter behind it.

She was pinned down by a ferocious snow leopard.

I was terrified and tried to save her, but Draco covered my mouth and took me away from the scene.

"Mom and Dad, I can use the Animagus form..."

Oh my god, is it that intense?